I'd like to think that I have become cold hearted as the years past,
That I have grown to become tougher,
That I'm no longer my younger self.
But nights like this make me feel like I'm back again.
Back to when I was that same girl,
the one who feels too deeply,
crying over the slightest of absence.
18.
Wednesday, May 02, 2018
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